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Author's Note: New story re-done from A Year After The War. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review.

Chapter 1

At the end of the street the local muggle park was swarming with lots of muggle children from teenagers swaying on the swings to baby's being slid down the slide for the first time with there parents at there side. The warm weather at the beginning of June had brought them out to enjoy the heat from the sun and the long summer days. Up the street on both sides, from there were freshly cut grasses to the top of their rusty pink tiled roofs lay rows of neat houses. The sunlight was just starting to sink behind the hills and behind those hills out of the view from the muggles rested one small home.

The small house had a huge back garden and a smaller front garden. The grass was over grown however the flowerbeds were neat and tiny, tall chestnut trees surrounded the back row of the back garden while small bushes rested on the front row of the front garden. On the front drive was a muggle car, resting underneath was a big ginger cat called Crookshanks resting peacefully in the remaining sunlight. In front of the house and drive lay a road, which stretched far but curved around to create a loop around the grassy centre. Houses some similar but others very un-similar to the little house were resting on the outside of the loop, houses where wizards and witches lived. This small town was the wizarding area of Ottery St Catchpole and the hills behind them were called Stoatshead Hills. Just a short walk away was the small town, where shops of all sorts of purchases could be made and even a forty-minute walk away was The Burrow.

In this certain small little home however was one anxious witch as she served dinner on the table. The candles were now lit, the dinner was cooked and resting on hot plates in the dinning room, the lights were dimmed and all that Hermione Weasley needed now was her husband due back home at any second. It was she and Ron's second wedding anniversary and unfortunately he had to work at the Ministry much to his disappointment. Hermione had worked to but she had finished work by five and was now waiting for Ron to get home at half six.

Walking out of the dinning room where dinner was resting on the table on plates and where the white candles were slowing having wax drip down there sides. As Hermione stepped into the kitchen she heard the fireplace in the lounge make a 'whoosh' and soon there was the sound of her husbands voice.

"Hermione?" Ron Weasley called out. Hermione walked back into the dinning room and stood by the doors so Ron could see her. Ron looked around the room and the smell of cooked chicken reached his nostrils and he looked over at the dinning room and nearly dropped the bottle of champagne he was carrying. Standing in the doorway and dressed in a slim fitting black dress stood his wife of two happy years.

"Happy anniversary," said Hermione, happily. Ron met her eyes and he beamed at her.

"You look beautiful," said Ron. He walked up to her and gave Hermione a kiss on the lips. "As always," he finished, once they parted from the kiss. Hermione smiled and tears came to her eyes, Ron looked at her worried.

"Hey I didn't say anything bad, did I?" asked Ron. Hermione shook her head and wiped her eyes.

"No you didn't, I'm just happy that's all," said Hermione. Ron frowned but shook his head. He sometimes just couldn't understand his wife. Quickly heading into the bedroom so Ron could get changed out of his work robes, Hermione dried her eyes on a piece tissue and placed the champagne down on the table. Taking a couple of deep breaths Hermione sat down on her chair while a hand came to rest on her stomach. When Ron came back downstairs looking handsome in his new shirt and trousers, they sat down together at the dinner table.

While the one thought of food travelled through Ron's mind and millions thoughts were going though Hermione's. Should I tell him now or after the meal? Would he be happy and pleased or sad and angry? Is that chicken cooked enough? What will he say once I tell him? She thought, worried.

"Hermione?" Jumped out of her thoughts Hermione looked over at Ron who was staring at her.

"Yes?" she asked.

"How come you're not eating?" he asked. Hermione blinked, she couldn't eat her food she was too anxious to eat. She wanted to know her husband's thoughts but she was anxious about telling him to.

"Um I'm just not that hungry, er Ron can I talk to you for a second?" she asked. Ron nodded and picked up the bottle of champagne, twisted off the cover and started to try to pull the cork out.

"Sure, is everything alright?" asked Ron. Hermione nodded.

"Yes it is, well I hope it will be," said Hermione. She watched Ron as he continued to try and pull the cork out the bottle.

"What's up?" he asked. Not looking at Hermione but getting frustrated at the champagne that wouldn't open.

"Ron would you just put that down, I won't be able to drink it anyway," said Hermione. Ron nodded but still didn't put down the champagne, he put the cork in-between his teeth and tried to pull it out but still no luck.

"Ron?" asked Hermione. Wanting her husband's fullest attention.

"Alright," said Ron. He looked at her now but placed the edge of the cork on the side of the table and started to lightly beat the bottle against the table. Hermione sighed but looked at Ron who was waiting for her to speak.

"You know when we talked the other night about having-,"

"You bloody stupid champagne, open!" Growled Ron. He beat the cork harder against the table and Hermione sighed once again.

"Ron we talked about having ch-," Ron hit the champagne bottle louder on the table.

"We said we would try to con-," Ron continued to beat the bottle against the table, the loud banging was getting on Hermione's nerves as well as the fact her husband wasn't listening to her.

"Ronald! Would you please just go and get the bottle opener so I can tell you your going to be a father?" There was a bang as the champagne cork flew out from the bottle but then the froth from inside sprayed over them both, soaking them completely. Ron who had an extremely large wet patch on the front of his trousers now held the bottle in front of him but he wasn't staring at it, he was staring at his wife.

"F-father?" he asked. Hermione nodded.

"Yes, I'm one month pregnant," she said. Ron put down the bottle of champagne and sat back in his chair. Then he beamed at Hermione and she smiled at him.

"I'm going to be a dad," said Ron, happily. He stood up and gave Hermione and kiss. Hermione smiled against his lips and kissed him back happily.

"Are you happy?" asked Hermione.

"Of course I'm happy Hermione, why wouldn't I be? Were going to be parents," said Ron, happily.

"I know, I love you," smiled Hermione. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and he smiled at her.

"I love you to," Ron said, before he kissed Hermione again. As there dinner had now been sprayed with champagne Ron wanted to cook for Hermione now so all he did was put bread after bread into the toaster and did about twenty pieces for them to eat with jam or butter to spread on the top. Sitting at the small kitchen table they ate their toast while Hermione drank some water and Ron had some butterbeer.

"A month pregnant, we only started trying three days ago," said Ron, in wonder. He had taken off his wet trousers so he was now sitting there in his boxers.

"I know. I was thinking it was when I was planting those roses in the back garden, remember?" asked Hermione. Ron thought back and grinned at the memory, Hermione threw a toast crust at him to wipe the naughty smile off his face.

"What, you started it remember?" asked Ron. Hermione stared at him.

"I did not, I was planting my roses and you crept up behind me," she said. Ron thought back again and grinned. Hermione threw another toast crust at him. After eating about half of the pieces of toast and talking about their child, silence hovered over them both until Ron asked.

"When can we tell everyone?" he asked.

"Why don't we tell my parents on Saturday and on Sunday we can tell your family?" suggested Hermione. Ron smiled and nodded.

"Sounds good to me, merlin I can't wait to tell everyone," said Ron, excited. Hermione shook her head but was grinning from ear to ear. As the night was still young the happy pair watched one of the movies that was showing on the TV. So sitting side bye side with a blanket covering them both Ron and Hermione watched the film while the fireplace warmed up the room. Their anniversary cards to each other were sitting still on top of the Tv while other's from there family wishing them a happy anniversary were on the mantle piece above the fireplace.

"I can't feel anything," complained Ron. He had, had a hand on Hermione's stomach for twenty minutes and was trying to feel the baby inside.

"Ron of course you're not going to feel anything yet, you won't feel anything until I'm about sixteen weeks," said Hermione. Ron stared at her. "Four months," said Hermione. Ron smiled but still didn't bother to take his hand of her stomach as they continued to watch the film. At the end of the movie the couple went upstairs into their bedroom to get ready for bed. Once Ron was finished in the bathroom he exited to see Hermione already fast asleep in their bed. Walking to his side of the bed Ron got under the quilt and wrapped his arms around Hermione and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

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